Episodes of My Second Life: American and English Experiences (Classic Reprint) - Softcover
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For my own part, I think that the tinker had the best tale, had the old rogue been willing to tell and had any one been able to write it.
Shall I try my hand at it? I have been for many years a tinker of books. But what I have written was so soon and so utterly forgotten, dead and buried, that not one line of it will ever rise to bear witness against me. The life of an obscure author is simply a page out of the book of man. So long as it is true to the race, it little matters whether the type be a person or a myth.
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For my own part, I think that the tinker had the best tale, had the old rogue been willing to tell and had any one been able to write it.
Shall I try my hand at it? I have been for many years a tinker of books. But what I have written was so soon and so utterly forgotten, dead and buried, that not one line of it will ever rise to bear witness against me. The life of an obscure author is simply a page out of the book of man. So long as it is true to the race, it little matters whether the type be a person or a myth.
About the Publisher
Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com
This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
Excerpt from Episodes of My Second Life: American and English Experiences
The 4th of November, 1880, was my seventieth birthday. Up to that date I had never really felt, though I often seriously declared, that I was growing old. But "threescore years and ten are the days of our age," and, were I even one of the "strong men" who "come to fourscore,' I must be aware that, in what may remain, there must be more to endure than to achieve, and that the night will soon come when no man can work.
"Threescore and ten!" The day is done; and the shades of evening bring rest, and leisure for self-concentration and self-abasement. We look back upon life through the small end of the spy-glass. Our self-conceit dwindles as our stature shrinks; indeed, we should pity the man whom every year as it passes did not bring nearer to a just estimate of his own worth. Self-knowledge is at the basis of all learning. It is the study of a whole life. And though it only ends with existence itself, still every day's experience and disenchantment should bring its own lesson. Live and learn should be the rule. And whatever knowledge we attain should be made of some value to our fellow-beings.
"Story?" quoth the tinker. "Bless you! I have none." But the old vagabond lied, we may be sure. There is not one of us old men who has not a tale to tell of himself. The temptation to "make a clean breast of it," to state how we have disposed of our time, how we invested our talent, is strong within all of us, - strongest among the most conscientious of us. The thing is overdone, no doubt.
About the Publisher
Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com
This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
The 4th of November, 1880, was my seventieth birthday. Up to that date I had never really felt, though I often seriously declared, that I was growing old. But "threescore years and ten are the days of our age," and, were I even one of the "strong men" who "come to fourscore,' I must be aware that, in what may remain, there must be more to endure than to achieve, and that the night will soon come when no man can work.
"Threescore and ten!" The day is done; and the shades of evening bring rest, and leisure for self-concentration and self-abasement. We look back upon life through the small end of the spy-glass. Our self-conceit dwindles as our stature shrinks; indeed, we should pity the man whom every year as it passes did not bring nearer to a just estimate of his own worth. Self-knowledge is at the basis of all learning. It is the study of a whole life. And though it only ends with existence itself, still every day's experience and disenchantment should bring its own lesson. Live and learn should be the rule. And whatever knowledge we attain should be made of some value to our fellow-beings.
"Story?" quoth the tinker. "Bless you! I have none." But the old vagabond lied, we may be sure. There is not one of us old men who has not a tale to tell of himself. The temptation to "make a clean breast of it," to state how we have disposed of our time, how we invested our talent, is strong within all of us, - strongest among the most conscientious of us. The thing is overdone, no doubt.
About the Publisher
Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com
This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
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- VerlagForgotten Books
- Erscheinungsdatum2018
- ISBN 10 1331025982
- ISBN 13 9781331025986
- EinbandTapa blanda
- Anzahl der Seiten486
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